Handy Person In Training

Sam Jr. tries to do what Daddy does. 300 words

Handy Person In Training

“I fixed it.”

I looked down at Sam Jr. aged four.

“You fixed what sweetheart?” I said absently.

“The broke stuff.”

“What broke stuff?”

I turned down the burners, then took his chubby hand.

“Show Mommy all your hard work,” I said more calmly than I felt.

He led me to the workshop and pointed. The place was wall to wall Duct Tape. The outlets were well taped and all the cords to the small tools were festooned too.

“Oh my, you have been working hard. Wait until Daddy sees this! He’ll love it!”

I was worried Daddy would have some words to say that I didn’t want my son to learn. He was down for a nap when his father got home.

“You’ll want to see what Sammy did in the workshop. Just remember he wants to be just like you when he gets bigger.”

My Sam didn’t even put down his lunch box or take off his work coat. He went straight to his beloved workshop. It was so quiet, I thought he’d collapsed from shock.

“Sam, are you all right? Sam?” I kept saying as I ran to the workshop door.

There he was, surrounded by empty cardboard reels from Duct Tape. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

“He used every single piece of my tape!”

“You can get more on Saturday.”

“I know, but I’m just so proud of him!”

“You are? I was sure you’d go ballistic,” I said.

“I was about to, but I remembered my dad losing it when I did nearly the same thing at his age. I never want to stifle his desire to be mechanical.”

“Did you see, Daddy, I fixed everything!” said a little voice. I left them hugging and playing.